Benjamin Reynolds (_cavendish_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-06-13 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, big tobacco |
Who: Big Tobacco and Ares
What: Some deities should never met in person
When: Monday, mid afternoon
Where: NYC
Warning: It’s gonna get offensive
New York wasn’t his city. Big Tobacco came here often enough though he never stayed. World headquarters or not this tiny, over-crowded island with its dirty streets was not his preference. It snowed here and snow sucked.
Business had brought him here as it usually did. Capitalism’s statue was coming along nicely and while the matter of the Smith’s compensation was still being worked out the progress had put Big Tobacco in a very good mood.
And a hungry one.
He marched over to one of many hot dog carts that littered the sidewalk. Ignoring the line and the person who was currently ordering he butted right in.
“Hey, Jose, Habib, Pedro, Jim-Bob whatever your name is….gimme a hot dog with the works.”
The five hundred dollar bill he pulled out of his wallet meant there was no protest.